Chapter 599: Chapter 599

The intense kiss left Song Qiao utterly defenseless, even her voice tinged with a hint of sexiness as she placed her hands on the man’s chest, attempting to push him away forcefully, only to be caught and pinned above her head at that very moment, restrained from moving.

It probably wasn’t the first time she experienced such a plundering kiss. After struggling fruitlessly a few times, Song Qiao stood still, allowing the man to rampage in her mouth as he pleased.

She didn’t struggle, but neither did she respond.

It was unclear what exactly dissatisfied Lu Jingchen, but the next moment he slightly exerted pressure on her chin, forcing her to open her mouth wider, and then his fervent tongue became even more domineering and rough inside her mouth, almost reaching down her throat.

The prolonged kiss eventually ended, and Song Qiao was left gasping unsteadily, her eyes misty and captivatingly slackened in a daze, struggling to breathe fresh air, devoid even of the strength to glare at the man.

Fortunately, there weren’t many people in the garden at the moment, or else, given their heated momentum, it could well have attracted onlookers.

Lu Jingchen brushed the hair from her face, the two still maintaining an intimate distance, only a finger’s breadth apart, looking at the crimson flush on her kissed lips, he ultimately could not resist, his touch purposeful yet refined, the man’s voice became exceptionally deep and husky with seduction, "Qiaoqiao, you and that man are history, don’t think about him."

Song Qiao quietly observed the handsome face before her, not turning her head to avoid, because she knew that if this man so wished, no amount of evasion would suffice, and after a moment, she spoke with a slightly hoarse voice, "Are you jealous?"

The man’s hand gripped her waist, while the other hand that had been holding hers let go, playing with her long hair in an elusive touch, his tone leisurely as he said, "I merely dislike other men touching what’s mine, do you understand? Qiaoqiao, hmm?"

Hearing his words, Song Qiao froze, a faint smile spreading on her face, yet it didn’t reach her eyes.

Of course, she understood the meaning of his words, how could she possibly not?

The atmosphere between them subtly changed, though not too overtly, the strong masculine scent enveloping her, familiar yet somewhat alien.

Song Qiao withdrew her long hair from the man’s hold, her tone still mild but detached, "I understand, I will be careful in the future, during the time I am Mrs. Lu, I will not entangle with other men, you can rest assured."

Lu Jingchen looked down at the woman confined in his arms, his deep gaze contemplatively surveyed her as if trying to perceive any different emotion. But finally, it was futile; it seems both he and she were alike, highly skilled in hiding emotions.

It seems that the reason why he agreed to marry Song Qiao in the first place had a bit to do with this.

Yet... the other motives were too deliberate, which is why this reason was slowly forgotten.

Standing straight, the man stepped back to distance himself from her, the overpowering masculine scent surrounding Song Qiao also gradually dissipating.

Lu Jingchen narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone neither warm nor cold, "Let’s go eat now."

Without waiting for Song Qiao, he turned around and walked towards the parking lot not far away.

Song Qiao stood rooted to the spot for a dozen seconds, watching the man’s retreating figure growing distant, hesitating for a while before finally following him.

For no apparent reason, his anger, the sudden forceful kiss, Song Qiao was utterly perplexed about where this man’s sudden rage towards her originated.

Could it be because of Gu Linyuan? But at the time, she heard what she said to Gu Linyuan, and he openly told Gu Linyuan about her so-called ’past that this world has no ifs.’

Since he knew it all, why would he suddenly feel such anger towards her, and still kiss her forcibly?

It was simply torture.

Song Qiao couldn’t fathom Lu Jingchen, she had never understood any of his emotions, and it had always been this way.

Suddenly feeling lost, how long could she continue with this man?

How long can this marriage last?

The one thing she could be sure of was that Lu Jingchen was not her match in this lifetime, nor was she his.

Maybe in a year, or two, or perhaps even in half a year, their marriage would come to an end.

However, later on, when Song Qiao recalled everything that had transpired in the hospital garden that day, including her own words, she couldn’t help but feel heartache.

By that time, this man had already deeply embedded himself in her heart, and she once hoped they were meant for each other, only to realize it was all her delusional wishful thinking.

The next day when Song Qiao woke up, Lu Jingchen was still asleep.

A bit groggy, she reached for her phone on the bedside table to check the time; it was exactly 7:30 AM.

Since her office started at 9 AM, her biological clock naturally set itself to 7:30 AM.

The day before, she and Lu Jingchen had taken Shinian out for lunch, then came straight back home, and coincidentally the furniture they had purchased was also delivered and set up.

Lu Jingchen was obviously in a good mood with all the new changes, insisting on dragging her upstairs to the screening room to watch a movie.

The villa had two stories; the first floor contained the living room, kitchen, bathroom, several guest rooms, a gym, and a recreation room.

The second floor housed the master bedroom, study, two side bedrooms, a screening room theater, and a large balcony for gardening and relaxing.

She watched a European and American movie with Lu Jingchen, only to be stripped and devoured by him in the theater without her even noticing, which Song Qiao found rather embarrassing to speak of. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on N0velFire.ɴet

What’s more, after finishing in the screening room, Lu Jingchen had her cook, and he found an excuse to assist in the kitchen; in reality, he simply stood there watching her cook, and then stripped and took her again in the kitchen.

The first time, Song Qiao thought Lu Jingchen must have drunk some sort of aphrodisiac, otherwise how could he be so vigorous on their first time?

By the second time, Song Qiao suspected Lu Jingchen must have been on drugs, else how could he have been so amazing?

But come last night, Song Qiao truly felt that this man, Lu Jingchen, was simply a... beast.

Placing her phone back on the bedside, Song Qiao closed her eyes, then opened them again, the bedroom’s blackout curtains were drawn, and she could vaguely sense that it was already broad daylight outside. She remembered the wall lamp by the bed seemed to be on when she went to sleep last night, but she was not sure when it had been turned off.

Lying in bed for less than five minutes after waking up, Song Qiao was about to get out from under the covers.

But just as she started to move and barely began to get up, the large hand that had been resting on her waist all night suddenly tightened its grip, once again pressing her mid-rise body back down and pulling her directly into his embrace.

Song Qiao collided with the man’s chest, her head throbbing a bit from the impact.

The man hadn’t even opened his eyes yet, his voice hoarse and slightly dazed from sleep, "Stay with me a little longer."

"You sleep on your own, I’m getting up," she replied.

Lu Jingchen still didn’t open his eyes, his hand remained tightly clasped around Song Qiao’s waist while the other hand pressed her head into his chest, maintaining the same demanding tone, "It’s still early, stay with me a little longer, or else you can continue to sleep with me, or we can continue what we were doing, choose one, hmm?"

His words were loaded with a dangerous implication, as if Song Qiao really tried to get up, he would indeed take her once more.

Last night she didn’t know how long this man had tormented her, but Song Qiao could clearly remember that even if she had fainted from exhaustion, this man still hadn’t spared her. She fell asleep in a daze, only to be awoken again by his relentless pursuits. It was exhausting enough to make her want to punch the man.

Song Qiao felt irritable for a moment, and her tone worsened, "I said I’m getting up, no more sleeping, and no more of that, let go of me first."

Finally, Lu Jingchen opened his eyes; his deep eyes were tinged with a hint of confusion, and his voice, still somewhat husky, spoke indifferently, "Song Qiao, why are you stirring things up so early in the morning? Do you want to make me unhappy?"

Song Qiao was taken aback, how had she made him unhappy?

He was the one troubling her early in the morning, was it her fault for not being able to sleep and wanting to get up?

Song Qiao felt that this man had an extraordinarily bad temper, simply incomparable.

The room wasn’t very bright, probably because the curtains were completely closed; one could only make out silhouettes but not the expressions on faces. Song Qiao gritted her teeth, her voice now carrying a hint of defiance, "I can’t sleep after waking up, Lu Jingchen, are you being reasonable or not? I already said I’m not sleeping; let go of me, I need to get up and wash up."

Lu Jingchen did not immediately let go, his eyes quietly staring at the girl in his arms, reaching out to pinch her chin lightly, he said evenly, "Why are you getting up so early? If you’re planning to make breakfast, there’s no need, we can go out to eat later. Stay with me a little longer now, okay?"

His tone had softened by the end, at least not as indifferent and cold as before.